It was only a kiss [TS] - (Completed)

It was only a kiss [TS] (By Dpatel) (Thanked: 106 times)

It
was only a kiss [TS]

This
TS will be in three parts. The topic says it all. How a simple kiss cause havoc
per se in two people’s life. How a simple declaration of love clear the misunderstanding
of the misguided statement that was said after a kiss.

First
part would be Khushi’s POV (Point of View) after the kiss she received from Arnav,
apparently taken from her and her reaction towards it.

Second
part would be Arnav’s POV after he took the kiss from her and his reasons behind the kiss.

Third
part would be declaration of love and clear the misguided statement spoken by Arnav
to defuse the animosity between them.

So here it goes...

Part
1 - Khushi's POV

"It was only a kiss!"

“How could he say those words to her as if it meant
nothing to him?”

“How could he just kiss her? Just like that - no
warning, no alarm, no signal, and no heads up.”

She hasn’t given him the right to kiss her.

“What right does he have on her?”

“What does he think of himself?”

"Arrrgh!"

She was infuriated with him - irate couldn't even
touch the surface of the depth of anger she felt towards him - The antagonism
now apparent on her gentle features. The ominous within her towards him was
oozing out – he is bringing out the worst within her than she is made up of. She
is good person, but him, Oh! My Goodness – he is something. Her frustration and
agitation was just building up, brick by brick, a monument, a momentum of her
memory reminding of the pleasurable kiss she has experience in her life time.

Her first and only kiss, she had received in her life and this man ruined it for her.

She paced in the vicinity of her room like a wounded
lioness who was waiting to launch on anyone or anything who walks through that
door. Her anger hadn't subsided since she left her work when reality sunk into
her piglet brain.

Too stunned and shocked before.

Too say or do anything.

She didn't have the strength to stop him. But now as
the dawn of absoluteness and genuineness visible to remind her, what had
happened this afternoon she had a lot to say but that E-V-I-L Man was not
standing in front of her to face the music.

She stomp her feet few times, fingers clutched and
unclenched handful times, and feverishly glaring in the mirror, furious and
livid image appeared before her eyes. At first she didn't recognize her own
self of the rage she has endure on behalf of the E-V-I-L Man, but relax next
second to gain the momentum.

“What that is she sees on her cheeks?” She asked
herself, stunned to find a rosy pinkish glow on her face as she touched and
monitor the radiance.

“A Blush!”

“Redden Cheeks!”

She hasn’t seen those before. She has seen on her
face and cheeks going redden when she harshly scrub her face with towel, sanitizing
her herself, but not in the same manner as now. This was different, odd, but unusual.
This one has a distinct mark, a peculiar flushed screeched through her face – a
glow – a glint – a radiant color looks like a rainbow.

She hates it - to feel the smoldering sensation
scorching down in her veins, burning each and every nerves in her path, aching
to feel that same intensity, same heat, same desire, same passion, she had felt
before in his arms.

“Damn You!”

She cursed him for making her feel in this manner,
where her own pain and suffering, met no bounds. She is condemned forever. She never
has and would never experience the same magnitude of passion in her life, not
with anyone, or any other man. She would always crave for him and to be in his
arms, to take her to the depth of Nirvana where she and he are the only one to
be found and no one else. She could submerge in his kiss with nothing to care
about and he can do anything to her in any shape or form to have the same
paroxysm of passion if she could feel it once again.

She still could feel the tingling sensation on her
rosy lips and all over her body. She touched her partly swollen lips, a little
awed. No one should be able to kiss her like that again. It was like falling
off the edge of a cliff, soaring through the skies, touching the sun. It was
burning, going up in flames, until there was no more tomorrow, no sane thinking
individual, only mindless, impossible passion.

“Damn Him!”

She is ruined forever. He ruined it for her. Once she
has tasted this kind of craving and hunger, her appetite wouldn’t be fulfilled
by any other man. He has awakened a sleepy dragon. He doesn’t know what lies
ahead of him nor does she. Just to think of that kiss make her knees wobbly.
The way he kissed her, the passion and with strength and power, she felt he was
searching her soul for something within her through her rose petals. There was
a connection between them, she was sure of it.

His muscles rippled under her touched. She had to
hold him to gain the balance and had to grab his shoulders to regain the
momentum, her touched, she felt it, and he shivered in her arms. She didn’t know
she would have this kind of effect on him.

“Who cares what kind of effect she has on him?”

But definitely he had the same effect on her. He
kissed her without her consent. She hadn’t expected her first kiss would be in
this kind of environment, at work, that too be with that E-V-I-L Man. She had
expected to be at a romantic place, where boy meet girl, fell in love and then
have her first kiss after they have profound their love for one another. Not
like a barbaric, the caveman who had jumped on another sensible and timid human
being and snatch the kiss without making them aware of their intent. Her rage
had expedited further than she had expected to be. She was angry with him. New
sensation, the urge he had created in her body, the tingling sensation, down to
her core. Now, she craves for him and his kiss.

“Damn Him! And he can go to Hell where he belongs.”

Few more spaces were covered in the same area but the
effort was futile. Nothing else to accomplish as per se, frustration and
aggravation increased more than before. She flopped on the bed with a loud thud
which was deciphered with the fluffiness of the bed sheet and comforter.

"It was only a kiss!"

Those words kept ringing in her ears as she laid on
her bed staring at the worthless ceiling who couldn't be any assistance to her.
Not now or not then when he took the kiss away from her, unwillingly and
unauthorized on her part. When he launched on her, all of the sudden, out of
blue no warning or siren, in that moment she didn't realized what just
happened. It seemed to appear the whole world seized for a moment. Stand still
to be precise. Her brain was blank as a white paper as if her memories were
erased and no coherent phrase or words could gain the pleasure of her company.
She thought for a moment when her heartbeat stopped beating as if she was
dragged down in cold ice lake, freeze to death and there was no life breathing
around her - around them so it appears.

"Was it the same for him too?"

She was unsure about it. He acted on his impulse to
shut her up - babbling - was the reason he told her and only way he could seize
her chatter. There was no other way he could shut her up, that’s what he said.
The reason he had given to her, which she finds doubtful. He was hiding
something. She had seen in his blacken orbs, full with desires and passion, she
hadn’t know. She brush those thoughts to a side as those same burning impulses
had erupted in her profile which she had laid to rest after her anger had multiplied
and concentrated on her first thought – Chatter.

"Was she chattering?”

“Was she the chatter box?"

She thought for a moment realizing, aware of her lack
of better judgment she has tendency to, at times she runs with her mouth but
she can't help it. Not her problem if God made her in this manner, gave her the
greatest gift of the world - Her Mouth. She is going to utilize the gift in
most efficient, utmost, and productive manner as possible.

“What’s the use of Her Mouth if hasn’t been utilized
or tested to its best potential comportment?”

It would be meaningless and worthless – a piece of
junk – wastage of the greatest gift of the world. She can’t let it go to waste.
Her conscious wouldn’t allow her. She is going to articulate the most excellent
phrases and words that are in the world as best as possible. At the same time
she would create some new ones of her own.

"Yes that's what she was meant to do, send on
earth, and she will do. It's her God given right."

An adamant decision is made on her part, satisfied
and was going to stick with it. She wouldn’t change for anybody or anything,
especially for Him. If he doesn’t
like it’s too darn bad – live with it. It doesn’t make her any difference. She
will babble and will do with flying colors.

“He can eat my dust!” Satisfied she was with her
statement.

Looking at the scenario that transpired earlier this evening, she remembered as her memory freshly could, she was in heated argument
with him about the design for a project they have been working on. She was
trying to convince him her idea was more adaptable, realistic, and commendable. But
there he was in his most arrogant, conceited, egotistical, overconfident,
self-centered, proud, in-full-stuck-up mode, unable to lend his ears, bend it
in order for any information pass through his pig headed brain. He wasn’t ready
to listen to her ideas.

Ready – not ready, not willing to listen; Yes that’s
what was it. Not willing to listen to her or her ideas. He was stuck on proving
his point and there she was stuck to prove her point - So each one trying to
prove their point and was not willing to back down – this would create one
thing – Ruckus between them.

Bound to happen to them, there was no work around it –
she had seen miles away for past few days between them. Whenever they get together
to discuss an issue, or work on the project, or anything that required both
their attention, she had seen it – in his obscure shadowy eyes – always staring
at her, observing, noting her moves, there was a unusual glint in his orbs,
waiting, tormenting, teasing, gawking at her, to test the severity of her
frighten face. But she, the proud and fearless candidate, stood her ground,
facing him each time, telling him she wasn’t frighten of him, but this moment,
today, she had let her guard down for a moment, he took the first opportunity,
he sensed it, and there it happened, out of blue. No time for any ifs or buts
or any kind of rejection or reaction to stop him, doing what he was meant out
to do. He was on a mission; she had felt it in her core after his lips touched
hers.

In that heated moment, God knows what it got into
him. He launched on her, wrapped his big hand around her neck, pulled towards
him, another big one was enveloped around her tiny waist, to make her rooted to
the ground and then it happened.

He kissed her.

“Kiss he stole from her. It was her first kiss and he
ruined it for her.”

“It was just only a kiss!” He told her after they had parted from one another
– not for her. It was her
first kiss, but not for him as he was an all rounder playboy going and smacking
and smooching on anyone, stealing a kiss away.”

“Why would he kiss her?”

“What is he to her? He is not her boy friend, nor her
lover, not even her husband.”

She is not even married, for God sakes.

“My Gosh! He is her Boss...”

“Boss...Boss...he is. Her Boss – Mr. Arnav Singh
Raizada!”

“How can she kiss him back?”

“Now, what will happen to her? “

“How could she face him?”

They both have to work in the same office, working on
the same project. She wouldn’t be able to get out of this project – it was her
baby. She started from ground zero and was taking its shape and leading up to
the height where she can touch the victory. She wasn’t going to let this go to
waste and destroy the chance of triumph, to be victorious. She can smell it –
taste it even a bit.

“Damn Him – he ruin it for her!”

She jumped out of her bed, started marching within
her room, enrages and infuriated, thinking what she would see on his face, tomorrow.

“Conquest!”

“Triumph!”

“Compassion!”

“Another victory he had bag and checked marked to
seal the deal.”

“Or…”

She quickly discarded the thought. She
shouldn’t expect anything suitable from him. She knew he would gloat on his
victory. Office romance is not a good idea and it wouldn’t work. She was sure
of it.

“But the kiss…” She reprimanded her thoughts not to
lead and succumb to those feelings and desires, but to think and his uncaring
words, “It was only a kiss!”

Same words kept repeating in her mind, making her more
enraged and afraid of the unknown what to expect tomorrow when she faces him. She
told herself she would face him like a true champion in spite his rude and obnoxious
behavior. With that said, she once again lay on her bed, trying to put herself to
sleep, but the sleep was way far from her reach. The kiss had been the torment of
her as well his heartless and selfish words, “It was only a kiss!”

To be Continued…

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Part 2 – Arnav’s POV (By Dpatel) (Thanked: 106 times)

Part 2 – Arnav’s POV

“What harm could there be in a kiss?”

“Nothing at all!” He thought. It was merely a simple
kiss that happened in the spur of a moment. He still didn’t fully comprehend what
had transpired this afternoon. An impulse waiting to explode and it did. For
past few weeks she had been tormenting him, torturing him, persecuting him, not
only in day time but during night time too.

Sleep, she has taken away from him.

They have been closely working together on this
particular project - he was promoting her new designs, wonderful creative
artwork she has generated, a new fresh blood in Fashion Industries – there she
was flaunting and taunting at him with her sparkle eyes, her sensual mouth, her
angelic face, her laughter, her grin, her long silky hair, mocking him, telling
him, you can look but you can’t touch.

To add to his misery, there she was dressed up in the
most provocative red dressed, red his favorite color, appeared to him, drawn by
her magic, displaying all her nooks and curves of her amatory body, hugging her
as if it was another piece of asset she hold the key to her kingdom.

“Dammit! What was he supposed to do?”

Attraction he had felt it since day one he had seen
her and wasn’t going to go away in near future. He had tried all his tricks
that was known to him, but nothing worked all his efforts in vain. He had come
up with new ones that too were unsuccessful.

She was off limits to him – she was his subordinate –
employee she was to him.

This situation of off
limits had angered him and made him little more frenzy than before. Sleep
deprived he was. All nighters he had pulled in and has been pulling in – hard,
strenuous workout he had been doing for past few weeks to keep his sanity
intact - running 10 miles a day (increased his miles since she had joined his
company, before it was only 5 miles a day), doing 100 laps in his swimming pool
(that too increased from 50 to 100), still couldn’t sleep and he would run on
his treadmill, don’t know for how long, until he was exhausted with his
laborious exercises which would knock him down to sleep.

Only few hours of sleep he had with repetitive vigorous
workout for past few weeks; only operating on 3 to 4 hours of sleep, if he
could make it otherwise functioning on 2 hours of sleep. He would be the first
one to arrive at the office and the last one to leave. He told himself he had
pending projects he needed to monitor and tend to, but who he was kidding too.
He was coming early and leaving late so he can watch her arrive at the office 8
AM sharp and leave around between 6 – 8 PM at night, depending upon the project
she had been working on. He never force her to stay late, she had done it on
her own.

S-H-E Devil was she to him, since the day she had
come down to his office for an interview and after speaking to her for few
minutes, only interrupting when needed. He had let his assistant Aman handle
the main interview, and he on the other hand watched her along with it observed
and evaluated her responses when asked. He liked her from the start. He had
seen her designs, her portfolio, and was astounded by her creativity.

She would be an asset to him, his team and his
company. Indeed she was. He had the first inkling during and after the
interview. He was accurate on his marking and observation. His instinct and his
decision have never failed him. After few minutes of deliberation with Aman he
had decided to hire her. Same day of her interview, he had called her and
offered the job as a Senior Fashion Designer in his Company and she had
willingly accepted it with no reservation, happy she was, sounded over the
phone – ‘Her Dream job’ she had told him over the phone.

From the first day of her interview till today, she
had been a big nuisance to him in his life, not to his Company. Her beauty
amazed him, not only that her intelligence, her creativity, her tactfulness to resolve
the problem with great minuteness, accuracy and elegantly to perfection, her
kindness, her selflessness, her desire to help others, surprised as well as
astounded him and at times making him speechless. Too young of the age and
already gaining the wealth of triumphness, accomplishments, conquests, and
compliments of the charitable work she had been doing.

So in his frenziness and due to lack of sleep, he had
no choice but to do unthinkable – he wasn’t himself and can’t held responsible
for his action. He wasn’t in his sound mind when he chooses the unthinkable
deed. His actions and emotions got the worst out of him. He acted on his
impulse, his desires, and his fixation towards her. In that spur of the moment,
he didn’t care if she was his employee or not – repucation of his action, he
could care less – ****ual harassment wasn’t on his mind when he did improbable
craze. Craziness and madness can make man a nutcase, which he was, during that
short period. His yearnings got the best out of him. He pounded on her like a
caveman and took what he thought was his.

He had leaped on her like a lion who had been patiently
waiting for his prey to let the guard collapse so he could bounce on her. He
saw during their heated arguments when her guard fell down, the wall was
breeched and he took the first opportunity, he had been waiting for a long
time.

He kissed her.

“What a great kiss it was?” He thought, still
remembering their heated passionate kiss. Just to think of the special kiss,
his blood was singing a different tune he hasn’t felt it before. Now he had
tasted her rose petals and knew how it felt on him. Ruined – he was from the
core. The longings, the desires, the reminiscences, the melancholies, the
nostalgias, he had been feeling for past few weeks, his thirst has finally been
quenched.

“Was it?” He asked himself. He got his pleasure, but
was short lived.

He shook his head, knowing the fact, it hasn’t
quenched his thirst but had ignited something much deeper than he had expected
and wish for, drastic situation it has become more than before. Not only he
craves to touch her and to be touched, his desire to make her his, forever,
emerged within his heart. He wanted her to be part of him and his life. He
didn’t want other men to touch her. He wanted to make her His - His Love, His Life, His Passion and His Everything, above and
beyond.

He liked the touched of her tiny fingers clutching
his arms to gain balance. Her touched sent a shockwave throughout his body in
spite he was clothed. He knew she would have that kind of effect on him. And he
also knew exactly he would have the same effect on her. He had known it since
day one. He had felt it. His heart was singing ‘Rabba Ve’ since that day when
she came to his office for an interview. His heart had been telling him to make
her His. He, The Idiot, hadn’t listen
to his heart, thought it was too soon to make his move. If he had listen to his
heart and had already made his move on her, all this heart aches and anguish
and pain and suffering, would have been eliminated and she would already been
in his arms this very moment. He would be kissing her this very second. Late
bloomers are not only a bad thing but not a good one too. At least he woke up
in time and acted upon his longing wish. He has no regrets.

“Dammit! She was his employee. How could he kiss her without
her approval?” Anger got the best out of him again. He quickly discarded the
thought, stating what’s done is done and he can’t go back in time to fix it and
he doesn’t want to fix anything he had done. He had no repentance or any
disappointments.

Thank goodness they were alone in the conference room
and half, more than half of his employees had already left the building. They
were having their daily discussion after 6 PM, time set aside in acceptance to
their daily norms, when needed. If his instinct were correct, they were only
two people in the building beside the security guards and the cleaning crews,
but no one were nearer to them, not in the same vicinity – one group was confined
on the ground floor and another maybe on the second floor. So they were safe
there, alone. They wouldn’t be the topic of the romantic gossips in the work
environment. Only she knew what he had done to her and he knew what she had
done to him.

She kissed him back.

Only two people knew what each other did with whom
and they weren’t going to blabber their mouth and tell-tale others, he kissed
her and she kissed him back. He doesn’t need to worry about himself; he wasn’t
the blabber mouth like she is. Safe, from his side, not sure from hers, but
tomorrow he would find out soon.

As he stood by his poolside, leaning his profile on
the frame watching the water floating in tranquility, thinking there will be no
lapses will be taken, there will be no vigorous workout would be done, there
will be no 10 miles marathon will be performed not on his treadmill nor running
through the woods. Today he would sleep peaceful and in serenity. His heart,
his body, and his soul are at harmony. He got what he needed.

“She
kissed him back.” The thought of her lips on him felt
great, fantastic to be precise. Not only he had liked it, he loved it. He
wouldn’t mind having his daily dose numerous times in a day and forever; Pumping
of his heart speed up its beat thinking about tomorrow.

“What kind of reaction will he have on her?”

“Will she blame him for kissing her?”

“Will she throw the accusation of ****ual harassment
on him?”

“Will she throw hissy fit on him?”

“Will she be able to face him?”

“Will she have the same blush he had seen on her face
after their kiss ended? How she ran from the conference room after she had
gaped at him, stood like a stick for a while, before exiting out of the room?”

Shock and flabbergasted she was to say or do anything
for a while after their kiss. He liked how she cling on him, pulling him
towards her, her tiny frame fit well in his massive body like a jigsaw puzzle; perfect
fit she was. He liked and loved how she had snuggled up into
his body. He loved the feeling and wanted to feel it every day. He wanted her
to be right by his side and wouldn’t bargain for anything to have her beside
him.

He smiled, thinking how she was proving herself,
making her point to see her side rather than what he was suggesting. Lioness,
she had sounded to him. She looked se*y when she got angry at him. There she
was making her argumentative point in her sassy seductive tone of voice, in
regards to her design, and he – what did he do? Stood there gaping at her, lost
in her melodious voice, which irked him throughout his bone, not happy he was
with him and the desire he felt when both were in the same vicinity. It angered
him to feel this way. He rejected each of her input, her ideas, down right to
the bone and once again he shown her who is the Boss – Bossy mood he was in.

To smooth things between them after their kiss he
just stated, “It was only a kiss”, brushed her off, so he wouldn’t to justify
the reasoning behind his kiss. He wasn’t embarrassed about their kiss; he just
simply didn’t want to answer any of her questions if she had at that particular
time. He was still trying to gain his momentum, his survival after the kiss. He
hadn’t thought it would feel this amazing. He knew it would be but not to this
extent. Her touch still made tingling sensation on his lips. He touched his
lips and placed his pad of his thumb in his mouth. It still tastes like honey
as he had clicked his tongue over his lips after their kiss.

He had seen astonished and shocked look on her face.
Too stun to speak or react to his brutal kiss.

“Stupid…Idiot…” He maledicted himself.

“It must have been her first kiss, and he had ruined
it for her.”

“So was his…”

He doesn’t run around and kiss anyone he had met in
this Fashion Industries. He had known the pros and cons of this cruel Industry
– Find a scoop and plaster their dos and don’ts all over the newspaper,
Television, gossip columns and blogs stating who is doing who. His name is
already being plastered after seeing him with his various models – work that
requires him to be around. He had never kissed anyone in his life in spite him
surrounded by gorgeous models, actress and beautiful women.

He wasn’t the playboy as she might have thought who
run around kissing every girl he comes in contact with. If she has any kind of
misconception about him being playboy he had to clear this matter with her
immediately. He doesn’t want any of those ladies. He wants her and only her. He
just has to have hard talk with her tomorrow and at the same time tell her what
his heart desires. Somehow and someway he had to convince her they belong
together and he wasn’t accepting ‘no’ for an answer. Once she is persuaded he
would declare his love for her.

“Will she accept his love?”

“Will she too declare her love for him?”

“Will she make mockery out of his confession?”

Question after question emerged in his pig headed
brain which he didn’t have the answer to it. He can ask, but will not receive
response back in return. He just has to see what happens tomorrow. He just has
to corner her and have his talk. He can sense tomorrow she would try to give
him some lame excuse; office romance will not work that too between Boss and
Employee. He has to make her understand it would work and she would be much
more to him than merely an employee. With that set mind, he move from his
leaning position and decided to have a goodnight rest and be ready to tackle
for his next adventure.

“It was only a kiss!”

He admonished himself for saying those words. He just
has to make her understand and realized he hadn’t meant in derogative manner
and meant nothing to him, if that thought crossed her mind. Their kiss meant a
whole lot to him than she has realized, he simply couldn’t muster the courage and
explain at that time his reasoning behind the kiss. But tomorrow he would have
his chance, his shot to clear this matter with flying colors. He would sort
this matter out and they would be together forever. He would make sure he would
keep his attitude intact and in control, make sure he wouldn’t offend her in
any shape or form, not admonish her or make mockery out of any situation. He
wouldn’t even gloat; he would simply explain his reasoning behind the kiss and
declare his love for her.

As he lay on his back on his bed staring at the ceiling
hoping she would at least give him a chance to explain himself and he hope and pray
she would listen to him. He closed his eyes, peace he was in and hoped for the best
for tomorrow.

To be Continued…

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Part 3 – Declaration of Love (By Dpatel) (Thanked: 122 times)

Part 3 – Declaration of Love

Sleepless
night it was.

For
the first time in her life Khushi was sleep deprived. She hasn’t blinked an eye
since she had stretch out on her bed to induce herself to sleep. The kiss had been nuisance and disturbance throughout
the horrified night and wouldn’t let and allow her to sleep. Blearily,
she stared around at the crack of dawn, at the same ceiling which was unhelpful
and worthless to come to her aid. She felt exhausted, only may have got few
minutes of sleep here and there. Each time she closed her lids she would see
him kissing her and the most aghast and appalled scene would be, she saw
herself kissing back to him, she grimace inwardly. She cursed herself for being
so weak melting into his arms by his mere touch. All night she tossed and turned
in her bed, thinking about the kiss, the stolen kiss, her first kiss, her first
stolen kiss, but needless and sadly to say she like being kissed by him.

Once again anger got the best out of her. She quickly
snapped out of the bed, staring once again at her profile in the mirror. Her
hair were messy, her face looks puffy, her eyes were redden, due to lack of
sleep and her lips…her lips were rosy and pinkish. No effect there. She still
felt the tingling sensation over it. She patted her face few times to wake
herself from this dream or should say nightmare she had been bestowed upon. She
glanced back at the tangle sheet which got undone from her bed. She didn’t care
if the bed was made or not, she left it as it is. She rushed into the shower
and after few minutes she was ready to go to work.

When she glanced at the clock it was alerting her
with the time noted as 6 AM. She sighed few times, taking deep breath in and
out. With heavy heart she went downstairs, prepare her tea and snack. She had
to eat as her stomach had growled few minutes during night, not few but more
than few, alerting and telling her food is required in her tummy and she
drastically needed to eat. She purposely ignored the siren of her tummy
throughout her miserable and glorifiable night. She didn’t want to cook in the
middle of the night, so she drank water and lay down to bed.

After few minutes she left for work. Today, she was
the first one to arrive at work. She was there before 8 AM, her normal time. She took a peek at her watch on her wrist which told her
7:00 AM. The E-V-I-L Man wasn't there when she
arrived. That was first. He is there before her. When she glance around there
was no one at the office.

Today, for the first time Arnav was late for work.
His office is empty, his shadow which linger around when she arrived for past
few weeks weren’t there and nowhere to be found. He was running late. Why
wouldn’t he be? After what happened last night between both of them. She used
some few choice words in derogative manner for the first time, cursed him for
her sleepless night.

She walked into her office, close the
door to get some work done. Taking the opportunities of early bird - no one
demanded of her time, no one to disturb, thought to catch up on her work. She
worked for half an hour in her office and then decided to move to her working
area downstairs by the storage area away from the Man who had haunted her last
night as soon as her lids were closed. She didn’t want to be around him when he
decides to show his presence.

Around 7:45 AM around people started flooding into the office. As her door was
closed and lights on, her coworker had thought she may be working on her
project and wouldn't like to be disturbed so they didn't bother her. She had
often done previously few times before. Her routine, they were aware of.

Arnav slept like a baby after so many weeks of deprivation of sleep. Though he
didn't mind, but for the very first time he missed his ritual - watching her
arrival. Lazily he open his eyes, his lips were curved forming a smile, arms
stretched getting the kinks out of his stiffen body. Dim light casted it's
shadow around his bed room inspite the room looked dark. His provisual vision
hadn't blinded him; he still managed to see the layout of his room. When his
eyes dropped on the clock besides him he notice an odd time displayed. He
scrubbed his eyes with his hands to ensure he wasn't hallucinating. It indeed
stated 9:30 AM.

"Oh! Sh*t. I'm late," he barked at the clock, got out of the bed
immediately, tossing the comforter on the side.

When he glanced to preview his room, he
saw the curtains had been pulled in his room to block the sunlight entering and
disturbing his sleep. If this was a sick joke pulled by someone he was going to
see to it and they would pay for his wrath and havoc he would cause them. He
thought for few minutes and wondered who had the honor of pulling those
curtains. He, was the one had pushed the switch on the remote, the electronic
gadget that lay carelessly beside his nightstand. He pushed the button on the
remote after it was given the honor of his touch and tossed it on the bed, not
caring if the sunlight was streaming and peeking through the opening of the
dark clouds that were closed during night fall. He quickly grabbed his clothes
and step into the shower. He rushed through getting ready, in anxiousness to
see her face and have their talk. After few minutes he was ready and was
thrilled to get back at the office to announce his declaration. But first, he
had to clear the misconception of the statement that was spilled from his mouth
after their kiss.

“It was only a kiss!” He cursed and
qualms himself for stating those words.

On his way to his office he swear to himself
for sleeping in late, past his bedtime and inwardly tapping his fingers on the
remote which had hindered his wake up call. Due to him being late he couldn’t
perform his daily ritual, watching her enter the office.

After 30 minutes of his arrival time, he
quickly rushed to his cabin eager to summon her and to speak with her, not caring
who was bellowing for him on his pathway. Usually, he would stop by and chat
with his fellow employees but today he was running late and he didn’t seemed
bother by their beckon. He has to speak to her and get this misunderstanding
cleared as soon a possible along with misconception.

He
entered his cabin, rushed towards the phone on his desk; dial the extension
after picking it up. It rang for few minutes and there was no answered. His
initial thought was she must be avoiding his call purposely. He wanted to
personally walked down to her cabin and ask her to join him, but that would
seem odd and wouldn’t be appropriate. Fear, of the office gossips and wouldn’t
want to cause more headaches for her. He picked up the phone again and dials
another extension.

“Aman,
ask Miss Gupta to come to my cabin,” with assertive tone he spoke and order his
command. He didn’t wait for his response and hung up the dial tone.

After
few minutes Aman entered Arnav’s cabin to inform him Khushi wasn’t in her cabin
and no one has seen her.

“What
do you mean she is not in her cabin?” He raised his voice when he asked Aman,
literally jumped out of his seat.

Aman
explained the situation at hand as best as possible. When they had arrived at
work her cabin door was closed, so they all understood and thought she didn’t
like to be disturbed. When he entered her cabin after she hadn’t answered his
calls, he found it empty. He checked around with others, they all informed him
they hadn’t seen her since they have arrived at work.

“Okay
ask her to come in my cabin when you see her. She must be somewhere around
here. Find her.” He fired his instructions and proceeded with his meetings.
Working for a long time Aman knew his protocol and his dismissal signal and
without a word he exited Arnav’s cabin.

By
afternoon he still didn’t have the pleasure of Khushi’s presence. He once again
checked with her secretary as well as his assistant Aman, Khushi was nowhere to
be found. Aman informed him they had checked the perimeter of the building and searched
each and every room but hadn’t seen her. Arnav was enraged not able to see her
face first thing in the morning and now no one knew her whereabouts. But his main priority was to find her, worried
look was casted upon his face - “No one had seen her” was the response he had
received from his fellow members of his team.

“Are
you sure she made it to work? Did she come to work?” Arnav asked inquisitively
with certain doubtfulness, his voice was gruff and concerned. He took his cell
phone out of his pocket to dial her number.

“Yes
Sir. She has, otherwise her cabin light’s wouldn’t be lit and her door was
closed.” Aman responded.

Arnav
thought for a minute, about their last night. After she rushed out of the
conference room, she had turned off her cabin’s lights after she got her purse and
her door was open when she exited the premises. There was no answer on her cell
or her home.

Worried
he was. He rushed out of his cabin without a word and within few minutes he was
out of the building. He went to her house to check on her. He thought she must
be avoiding him after their unusual encounter, ashamed she must have felt, but
no answer. She wasn’t at home. He called few times on her cell no answer. He
rushed back to see the video footage to make sure if she had made it to the
building and indeed it showed on the screen.

“Where
the hell is she then?” He barked; his security team members jumped from their
seat. He knew she is in the building. The trace on the phone shows it and then
the video footage too, but no sign of her. Frustrated and agitated he was. He
ran his finger through his hair, disconcerted and restless he was unable to
track her down.

“Then
where the hell is she?” Once again he barked and no one had a response for him.

“Find
her!” He shouted and left the room to hunt down His Khushi.

Khushi
had been purposely being avoiding him. Once she had overheard Arnav was looking
for her when she had just existed out of her working area, she had been
bouncing from one room to room without being seen. She had been working indigently
to ensure Arnav wouldn’t spot her by all means. She had placed her phone on
vibrator so the sound of phone wouldn’t give away her location. To avoid from
the eyes in the sky, she had stacked up some files in front of her face to
block the facial recognition to be seen.

“Khushi Beta, you are
doing good job to keep that E-V-I-L Man away from you. Keep up the good job.” Encouraging words were
mummers by Khushi, patting back on her shoulder for performing excellent job.
So far she had been successfully able to avoid him, but the question is for how
long.

She
knew he had left the building; she came out of the shadow hole. So while the
cat is away the mice will come to play. That’s what she had done.

“Khushi,
Khushi…Sir was looking for you?” Aman spotted her and rushed towards her.

“Thanks!
Aman for FYI…I will take it from here. No need to worry.” She assured him;
didn’t care who was looking for her, especially Him.

“But
you don’t know him. He is worried at the same time angry.” Aman was worried
about her, knowing Arnav would be furious with her for not answering his calls.
Judging by her face, he knew she had avoided his calls, deliberately.

“Worried
for me Aman!” she exclaimed. “That’s first from our Sir. Please don’t worry;
it’s not new…Sir gets angry all the time…The Angry Man he is…” She smiled and
walked towards her cabin.

“Sita
take these and start working on this one, make sure the blue dress is ready and
inform me when the other dresses are ready.” Sita acknowledge and took the
designs she had handed out.

“But
Khushi he is been asking about you all morning. So please just call him.” Aman
pleaded with concerned voice, requesting her to give a buzz to their angry
boss. Khushi on the other hand wasn’t having one.

“Aman”
she placed her hand on his shoulder, “Please don’t worry. I will call him when
I am good and ready. Let him stew for a while.” Khushi entered her cabin, took
another file she needed and headed to her next project.

“Your
funeral, not mine!” Aman commented and walked away leaving Khushi on her own.
He didn’t want to be on the bad side of his Boss so he gave a buzz to him. He
told her Khushi is in her cabin.

After
few minutes Arnav rushed back and enters her cabin, but found it empty. He had
been going floor by floor searching for her with his security team giving
insight of her location but so far they were unable to spot her.

“Where
is she?” He asked when he searched for her.

“Who
Sir?”

“Khushi…where
is she?” He loudly asked.

“Don’t
know Sir.” Someone responded.

“Can
somebody tell me where is Khushi? Aman! Aman! Where the hell she is?” He yelled
for Aman asking the whereabouts of Khushi.

“She
was in her cabin Sir when I called you.” Aman replied rushed towards angry
Arnav.

“Well
she is not, so where is she?” Arnav inquired, deep and angry voice he asked.

“Sir…Sir
I saw her walking down the storage room.”

Arnav
briskly walked towards the storage room, not waiting or seeing the reaction of
their agitated and confused faces. Since morning he had raised a million dollar
hell within his office and everyone were not too keen about the unhappy Arnav.
They wanted calm and surreal one back, although at times he can be pain in
bu*t. He called his security team to keep an eye on the storage room area and
if they spot her call him.

Khushi
had been working in the room, trying to find the material for her next design
unaware of the angry lion rampage on her path. She was engrossed in her job,
when she heard thumping sound and loud snarled of her name being called out.

“Khushi!
Khushi!”

Khushi
quickly placed the material back on the shelves, duck a little to escape from
the lion’s den. She was searching for an escape route as Arnav, the lion, had
been blocking the exit when she took a peek from her hiding place.

“Khushi
what are you going to do? That Man is standing by the door. How are you going
to get out of here?” She mumbled, biting her nails thinking hard, searching
here and there was another escape route.

“I
know you are here, so don’t trying to run away from me.” He looked around to
see if he can spot her. But to his misfortune he hadn’t located her. “I need to
talk to you.” He softens his tone to assure her he wasn’t angry, but his insides
were boiling with rage. “About yesterday!” He knew that will draw her out of
her hiding place.

Sure
it did. Khushi heard ‘about yesterday’, she knew what he was referring too. She
didn’t want anyone to hear their conversation and if by any chance mention
about the Kiss she would be in
trouble. Walls has ears if mention about the kiss is done out loud and words
will travel faster than the train. She would become the subject of gossip talk
and she wasn’t having one at work. Her reputation would be in jeopardy.

“What
about yesterday?” She asked, stepping out of her hiding hole. Arnav marched
towards her at her sight.

“Where
the hell have you been?” He grabbed her by her shoulder in tight hold, shook
her. “I have been worried about you. Going nuts…looking all over for you. Floor
by floor of this building, at your house…has been calling you too. Why haven’t
you answer you darn phone? What the hell have you been doing?” Question after
question came out of his mouth, anger still hold his ego. He spoke with gritted
teeth, anger sleuthing from his eyes, and concerned showing on his face.

“Why?”
She asked with frighten face. Barely able to get the words out of her mouth.

“Why
what?” He asked, confused by her question.

“Why
were you searching for me? Why were you going nuts? What is it to you were I
was?” She asked inquisitively, wiggling to get out of his hold, but his hold
was tighter than before.

“You
know why. I need to talk to you, about what happen yesterday.” He softly said,
but judging by his tone he hadn’t cool down. He saw her frighten look so he had
to cut few notches down of his anger.

“Sir…Sir…”
Someone call from him. He loosens his hold on her and turned around to the
calling party.

“What?”
He snarled and snapped the caller.

“Sir…the
party is here for your next meeting.” Mita didn’t stick around to feel the
wrath and left the scene.

“In
my cabin in 30 minutes. Don’t make me come looking for you.” With that said he
left the storage room, leaving Khushi shell-shocked and perplexed face.

Khushi
stood there for few minutes don’t know what to think about his words. Her boss
was looking for her, going nuts…that was first. She heard him say, he went to
her house too. She saw apprehensive look. She had never seen before. She
deliberated for few minutes but nothing seemed to come up with sensible answer.

She
didn’t know what to make of it. Yesterday, he told her ‘It was only a kiss’ and
now he is worried about her. “Doesn’t
make sense…doesn’t make sense, at all,” she thought. She shook her head to
figure out what to think – read between the lines were getting harder to think.

She
headed back to her cabin after she had selected the material. It was no point
to hide away from him. After 30 minutes passed by there was no sign of Khushi.
Arnav was furious. Once again he marched out of his cabin looking for her. He
found her giving instructions to her team.

“Not
now Sir. I am in the middle of my instructions.” She jumped at the sound of
him, but at the same time she wasn’t going to drop everything for him, because
he needed to speak to her after what he had done. Instead of apologizing to
her, he was ordering her around and she wouldn’t allow it.

“What
the…What did you say?” He raised his eyebrows, briskly walking towards her. In
mere fraction of time he stood in front of her. She had to step back few inches
as he had towered over here, standing too close to her.

“I
will come when I am good and ready.” She somehow mustered her courage and
replied. Inside she was shaking like a dry leaf. She was antagonizing the lion
and knew what the consequences would be.

Arnav
stared at her team members with the stern look, ‘beat off’, they scattered away
from them like a terrified mice.

“Now,
in my office.” He spoke with gritted teeth, fingers clutched into a fist by his
side, ready to strike.

“No!”
she spat out, placing both hands on her hips.

Arnav
looked from the corner of his eyes, he knew they were making a scene and this
stubborn lady wasn’t going to budge from causing a scene. He would give one
more chance to convince her to come along with him. If not, then he isn’t
responsible for what happen next.

Khushi
wasn’t going to back down or scared of him. “What
does he think of himself? Bullhead!” Always ordering around, bossing her,
yesterday he did the same. When things didn’t work in his favor, he had the
audacity to kiss her. “How dare he?”
She wasn’t going to go with him.

“Khushi
don’t cause the scene?” With low voice he said, anger still oozing from his
eyes.

“No!
I am not causing, you are?” She answered him back, glaring at him straight in
his eyes. Flares of fires were flaming in her eyes.

Something
twinkles in his eyes. He liked her, when she gets angry and rowdy. She doesn’t
know how cute she looked. Smirked appeared on his face - Khushi noticed and doesn’t
like at all.

“Why
are you smirking?” She asked.

“You
know why?” He slowly taking his time, started to circle around her, like she
was his prey. She shivered at the chance of his mood. She doesn’t like a bit.
He circled her thrice. He stood at the back of her, bends his head and
whispered in her ear. Too close to her lobes. It felt like he was kissing her
ear. He knew his work was cut out for him – cause a scene in front of the
office people or have their brawl somewhere else. He has to do the hard way.

“We
can do this easy way or hard way Khushi.” Arnav let the words sunk into her
brain. He wanted to fear etched into her brain. He slowly moved and stood in
front of her. “Take your pick. You know what I can do. Do you really want it
happen in front of these people?” He asked, intimating her, towering over her -
Laughing at her insecure and nervous gesture.

She
knew what happen her, yesterday and what will if she wouldn’t oblige. She
feared what if he kisses her. He doesn’t care about his reputation, nothing
will happen to him, he is rich but to her…she would be ruined. She gulp down
hard, not knowing what he was about to do. He was unpredictable. She was
worried, what if he kiss her in front of everyone. She reprimand herself, she
should have gone to his cabin, avoided this confrontation and the whole ordeal
of kissing. “What if he blurt out of
their kiss?” She shook her head, getting the ugly thoughts out of her head.
He wouldn’t say, about their kiss…not in front of these people. She looked
around with her rabbit eyes, pair of eyes were staring back at them. They all
sympathize with her, helpless they were. She knew no one will come to her aid
and rather talk about her what had she done to make their boss enraged.

“No,
you can’t do it here.” She told him adamantly, thinking he would really kiss
her in front of the gathered people who were standing a far distance from them.

“Then
come with me.” He whispered only she could here.

She
shook her head, denial she was, refuse to go with him. She didn’t want to be
alone with him. “No!”

“No!”
He questioned her. “Then you leave me no choice. We can do it right here, in
front of these people. Let them watch the show in freebie.” He was scaring her,
challenging her, what he was about to do. She was terrified. She knew he would
do it what he says. She has seen it numerous times. She got the taste of it
too.

“What
do you want?” She asked with shaky voice.

“You
know what I want.” Sternly he spoke, raised his brows, sparkles in his eyes
with triumph.

“I
can’t…”

“Yes
you can…come with me upstairs to my penthouse and we can hash it over there –
away from them.” Arnav had a penthouse located on top of this building, for his
personnel use. At time he uses it when he works too late and too tired to drive
back to his house. He was trying to save her face. He didn’t want to make her
life hell with the silly gossips. He doesn’t care but for her sake, he wouldn’t
allow the rubbish and silly gesticulation.

“No…”
she was shaking her head vigorously staring at the floor.

“Khushi…Khushi…look
at me. Don’t make a scene. I just want to speak with you.” He stared at her,
when she lifted her gaze. Something stir inside of him, she saw it. He was
sincere and was true to his words. “Please!” He added as a plea. It was a
sincere plea, wanting her to join him so he could clear any misunderstanding
between them.

She
nods in agreement. He turned around and looks at everyone who was staring at
them.

“Aman
cancels all my meetings. Miss Gupta and I will be discussing and hashing out
some details we couldn’t finish discussing yesterday.” Aman nodded. Arnav
turned towards her, “Miss Gupta you are going to convince me why your ideas are
more adaptable than mine. Go get your designs while I wait for you.”

Khushi
had no choice but to follow his orders. She didn’t want to make a scene. She
was grateful to him for the announcement to the curious parties, who were
watching them, what their conversation was related too and their feud. After
few minutes she comes back with files in her hand. Both walk towards the
elevator without caring for those beady pair of eyes.

“Everyone
back to your job.” He ordered and they scattered away.

Elevator
arrived with a ping sound. Both entered the elevator. Khushi didn’t glance at
him neither did he. Both stood there staring straight. Arnav’s penthouse was on
the 25th floor. After few minutes they arrived at their destination
and both disembark the elevator.

Arnav
glances at her, she was still shaking. “Relax,” he said. To ease the awkwardness
he asked, “Anything to drink?” He didn’t wait for her answer and walk towards
his kitchen. Khushi stood there, staring back at his retreating figure.

He
brought her glass of water and handed to her. She took it from him, making sure
she wouldn’t touch him. He laughed seeing her gesture. She drank the water from
the glass.

“Still
trying to avoid me…Spare it Khushi. You know that’s not going to happen.” He
laughed and that snapped something out of her. She was tired of his arrogance.
She has to squash it, before it took the lead.

“What
the hell does it mean?” She tossed the files on the coffee table, angrily she
was.

“You
know exactly what it means?” Disdainfully he responded.

“No
I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Enlighten
you, after what happened between us. You still need some enlightenment.” He
mocked her.

“Yes about that…” She shouted. She was glad
they were alone; No one to hear her shouting at him, reprimanding him. “Why the
hell did you kiss me? What was that about?” She blurted out, anger discharged
out of her. She was irate and livid with him.

“What
about it, Khushi? Don’t tell me you didn’t like it. You also kiss me.” He
wasn’t thinking straight. He was taking the conversation with the wrong
approached. He had been trying to track her down and she on the other hand was
purposely avoiding him which had angered him, lost his sanity.

She
didn’t like to be reminded what she had done. It was he who had initiated it.
She just reacted to his kiss. Not her fault at all.

“Are
you blaming me for what happen? Are you accusing me Arnav? Tell me.” She
spattered. “How dare you kiss me like that? Didn’t you know…that was…” She
stammered - couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She couldn’t tell him it
was her first kiss. “How could you Arnav?” She grabbed by his collar and shook
him.

Tears
had already formed in her eyes and were streaming down her cheeks. Gone was his
anger…gone was his mockery…gone was everything…only thing left was regret. He
knew that’s not how he wanted to start his conversation – their conversation.
That’s not how he predicted. He didn’t want her to cry.

He
enveloped her into his arms and she went willingly. He realized that was her
first kiss and that’s not how she might have envision. He let her weep for few
minutes until her tears and whimper subsided.

“Sorry
Khushi,” he apologizes to her. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I didn’t
mean…it’s just happened. I am truly sorry.” He caressed her hair, pampering
her, saying soothing words hoping she would calm down.

She
got out of his embraced, stared into his eyes. “What are you apologizing for?
For the kiss…You mean you didn’t want to kiss me.” She spoke with tremble in
her voice. She feared he was apologizing for the kiss. He didn’t mean to kiss
her and it just happened in spur of the moment. She thought he regretted their
kiss.

He
cupped her face and stare into her eyes. “I am not apologizing for the kiss. I
am apologizing for the words I had spoken after our kiss. I shouldn’t have said
it in the first place. I shouldn’t have said, it was only a kiss. Those words
were uncalled for. I know it was your first kiss and that’s not how you had
envisioned. I never regret kissing you. In fact I love kissing you.”

For
the first time, he didn’t hesitated spilling his guts out, declaring his
feelings for her. He was true gentleman.

“What
that’s supposed to me? Should I be flatter?” She asked conceitedly, confused by
his words.

He
smiles, “Silly girl. You know exactly what it means. I am not saying just so I
can be on your good side. I am saying it I knew deep in my heart it would be
like this…magnificent, kissing you. Don’t deny it. You felt the same…when we
are together, you felt the same electricity, same intense…something pulling us
together…some kind of connection there is between us. Don’t you feel it?” He
asked hopefully.

She
stared into his eyes, deep she was falling. She saw he was telling the
truth…afraid she was. “What to think of it?” She removed his hands from her
face, he let her. She turned away from him, showing her backside.

“But
how? How did you know?” She asked doubtfully, questioning his surety.

He
placed his hand on her shoulders and turned around so she was facing him. “I
just knew since the day you walked into my life. Since the day you
interview…since then I knew. I was a fool avoiding my feelings towards you.”
She stared at him, doesn’t know what to think of his words. He was declaring
his feelings for her with surety and confidence. “Will she able to believe it?” She doesn’t know, not just yet.

He
told her what he felt the first day, and how his feelings grew towards her. He
told her what he had been through, not having her by his side and how he really
feel about her. He hadn’t realized to what extend it should lead him, but he
couldn’t ignore his feelings for her no more. He once again apologizes to her
in regards to his behavior and his misguided words after their kiss, ‘It is
only a kiss.’

He
told her, “Khushi you are the first girl I have kissed.” She was shell-shocked
and awestruck with his declaration.

Khushi
started to walk away but he put a hand on her arm to stop her. She turned
around and looked up at him, expecting him to say something else. “I have been
meaning and wanting to this since the first day I saw you when you came for an
Interview,” he said in husky voice.

His
mouth descended slowly towards her and Khushi didn’t stop him, in fact, she
raised herself up on her toes to meet him. Just as yesterday, as soon as their
lips touched the same intensity, the same flames ignited and she moaned,
leaning closer towards his body. She held his bisceps to maintain her strength,
her leaning body attached to him, getting the support she required. The solace
and warmth and tenderness she has found in their kiss. She let herself melted
into his strong arms. She wasn’t bold enough to lean within him. Like yesterday
he drew her towards him.

He
was so sweet in his apologizes. She had been so filled with misery and hatred
towards this man, who she found wonderful and magical. Her hands slid up to
grip the solid strength of his arms, her fingers drinking the feel of his bare
skin, what was exposed as her mouth drank in the taste of him and he did the
same, drank the sweet honey nectar bursting out of her mouth. It was a tender
kiss, but not a tame one. There was indeed a huger…desire…a barely leashed demand
for more.

Her
heart
raced as her frame molded against the planes of his chest. She lost all sense
of time and place – who and where they were. She forgot all about practicality,
her anger, and her deniability. She gasped, initially scared of the contact
they have but thrilled when his mouth moved over hers, touching and caressing
and testing her to what extend and how far she would go.

After ages both left their sweet nectar to take
breath of fresh air. They were gasping for air – necessity required to survive.
He lean his forehead to hers, breathing heavily until it was normalized.

“Wow!” she was amazed by his kiss. This is the vision
of the kiss she had in her mind. That’s how her first kiss should be.

Arnav was happy to see her smile on her face and she
liked his kiss, how he had done.

“This is how kiss are supposed to be. Indeed I agree
with you. Wow and Amazing it is.” He smiled at her, kiss at the corner of her
lips.

He took her hand and led them to the most comfortable
sitting area – the couch. He pulled her down on the couch and she sitting in
his lap. How it occur she has not fathom idea, but she didn’t care as long as
she was with him.

She pouted her mouth and frown her face. He asked her
reasoning. She told him, “Why would he say ‘It was only a kiss’ after they had
one?” He had lot of explaining to do. He told her as he stated before, it was
uncalled statement and he shouldn’t have said so. He feared and got scared on
how she would react and he didn’t want to answer any questions she might have
for him.

“That’s not fair…” She beat lightly on his chest. He
chuckled and pulled her towards him, in embraced. She went willingly. He
apologized again, and told her those three magical words he wanted to tell her
for a long time.

“I love you.”

She
tried to pull from him, to stare at him but he wouldn’t allow it. They stayed
together in the same position for quite some time, silence surrounded them and
they didn’t mind. Few weeks of torture and torment now come to rest. Their indomitable spirit got them through the disaster.

“I love you too Arnav.” She too
declared her love for him after sorting out her own feelings. She knew she was
attracted to him, she had noticed her heartbeat picking up the speed when he
was around, whenever they touch electricity shot through their veins and much
more felt the connection she hadn’t felt before.

“Kiss…” She liked how he kisses her.

After sometime, she gave herself over to a kind of
sweet, gentle bliss that could have carried her into the night…

There would be no sleepless night from either side...

Now the misguided statement out of the
way, both had laid the horse to rest, new beginning for them has just started…

The
End…

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EPILOGUE (By Dpatel) (Thanked: 113 times)

Epilogue

Not sure
how long they were in each other’s embraced sitting on the couch, relax and
nothing to care about. A soft, feathery touch, running lightly over his warm
skin, causing such a soothing feeling, he smiled and called out her name, but
no respond. He bends down his head to glance at the beauty he has in his arms.
She had her eyes closed, but was aware of her state of mind and body. She was
awake.

Once again
he called her name. “Khushi – Khushi…” in husky tone of voice.

“Um,” She
answered this time, but still her lids were shut. She felt so relax in his warmth
she didn’t want to move.

“Come,
let’s eat.” He said, love the touch of her tiny fingers.

“No, just
want to stay,” she responded in whiny voice, sighed slowly, inhale the smell of
his spicy musky scent. She loves his distinct, manly smell she was engulfing
into her system.

He
chuckled. “Come on, get up.” He commanded. “I am hungry.” He got up and pulled
her along with him too. She was so comfortable in his arms, she didn’t want to
get up nor leave his warm hold.

“Too comfy she felt.”

He moved
towards the kitchen and started preparation for their meal. She stretched her
arms to loosen her muscles and ask if she could help him.

“Cut these
vegetables while I get the pasta boiling.” He spoke while he placed the pan to
boil water and searched for the pasta in the cabinet. After the water was
boiling he dump the pasta in the water, added a pinch of salt and two table
spoons of oil. While she cut the veggies after washing it, he prepared the
sauce to go along with the pasta dish. Within few minutes dinner was ready and
within fraction of seconds they were sitting and eating their food – pasta and
toasted garlic bread.

They talk
about their likes and dislikes throughout their dinner. Getting to know each
other was the best thing they have done all day after one avoiding the other
and the other chasing the avoided one.

They
laughed at some of the things they have encounter in life and teased one
another on the silly things he or she had done. Time flew by in converse,
helping them to get to know each other. While they talked they clean the dishes
and then relaxed on the couch for their more discussion.

Arnav told
her how he was tormented by her witty, clever and outspoken nature. He had
sleepless nights for weeks. She told him she couldn’t wink an eye last night
after their kiss. During their discussion they were getting comfy on the couch,
sitting next to each other. Her head rested on his shoulder and his arms around
her. Both felt asleep they didn’t even know.

Today,
hopefully inadequate sleep wouldn’t be hindrance to their sleepless night, but
would be blessed with blissful sleep.

“It
wouldn’t work – It wouldn’t work,” Khushi muttered in her sleep.

Arnav stir
in his sleep. Once again she mumbled in her sleep – “It wouldn’t work – It
wouldn’t work.”

Arnav felt
some movement, someone uttering words, couldn’t figure out what seem to be the
case. After few minutes he woke up groggily. He heard her words. He looked
around and found themselves in each other’s arms, asleep on the couch. She had
cuddled into his arms, her head was lean on his shoulder, close to his neck;
one hand wrapped around neck, nose touching his bare skin around neck line,
warm breathes heating his cold body.

“Khushi –
Khushi what wouldn’t work,” he asked after he listen to hers chatter. She was
in deep sleep, talking, incoherent. He shook her up lightly, not wanting her to
freak out. After few more tries he managed to wake her up.

“Huh!
What?” She asked sleepily, managed to get up from the couch in a sitting
position. She yawns, rubs her eyes to prefer-vision her eyesight. She too felt
dazedly, still under the weather of sleep.

“You were
talking in your sleep.” Arnav informed her about her action - sleep talking.

“No, I
wasn’t talking.” Deniability was given in this case; she still wasn’t fully
awake and trying to figure out where she was. “I was dreaming.” She answered,
perplexed. She had acknowledged about her dreams but not sleep talking when the
dream was floating through her brain.

He smiled
at her incoherent response. “What were you dreaming about?” Intrigue he was, hoping
she must have dreamt about him kissing. He wished.

She thought
for few moments trying to recollect her dream. She told him she had dreamt
about them. He was pleased at least she dreamt about them and asked what she
saw in her dream and what they were doing. Crossing finger, hoping they were kissing,
his mind hasn’t switch into the next gear, still stuck on their kiss. She told
him she saw them romancing in the office, kept hidden from everyone, was
thrilling and exciting for few days it went smooth then it all went up in hell.
He asked what had happened and why she was muttering ‘It wouldn’t work.’

She thought
for few seconds more taking her time and told him, their co-workers found out
about their hidden relationship, gossips started like a spitfire within office boundaries
along with her inner circle teased and taunts, some were jealous, and gave her
pet name ‘Mini Boss’. She got scared and frighten of the office gossips. She
was convincing him they have to breakup their relationship, if not that then
she had to leave this job and go and work somewhere else. He was persuading
her, their relationship would work and he doesn’t care what people think of him
or their relationship. He wanted to be with her and that’s what he was going to
do - If anyone has problem than too bad. She on the other hand was being
informative to him, reassuring ‘It wouldn’t work – It wouldn’t work.’ That’s
what she was uttering in her sleep.

“What could he say to her?” Arnav had no fathom idea and what
to think of her dream. Too early to think about breaking up their relationship
which hasn’t picked up a beat? Their story ended before it got started in full
speed.

She told
him, now fully awake; she wasn’t cool with their relationship and wanted to be
under radar so less chances of office gossip to occur and become hindrance in their
relationship. She didn’t want to be the target.

“How can he persuade her everything
would be alright at this time?” But he had to, late as it was, no matter what before it escalate
to another level.

“Khushi, nothing is going to happen. I will see to it. Don’t
squash our relationship before it begins. Today is our first day of the
blissful relationship.” He pleas to her try to dissuade her arguments.

“It’s your fault…all this gossip started.” She blames him
for ruining her life and she came the key focal point of the office rumors.

“What
the…how is my fault?” He barks, too late and too early for the blaming game.
“What are you talking about? Gossips, rumors…they haven’t even started. No one
knows about our relationship.” He stresses each words hoping it would sink in
her brain.

“But they
know, they will know…” She wouldn’t listen to his words, still wasn’t swayed –
complete deniability.

“Who will
know? What will they know?” He barks again, frustrated with her accusations.

“Co-workers
will know about our relationship.” She snaps, irritated, for his lack of understanding.

“Who cares
if they know? Please Khushi think it through straight. One day they would know,
but not now, unless you the chatter box going to spill the beans.” He was once
again being rude and obnoxious, calling names, provoking the sleeping beast within
her.

“You…You…Ox…hard
head person.” Perturbed and aggravated she was, not willing to hear her out.

“Khushi,
it’s too early to start this confrontation. Let me take you home, you get good
sleep and we will talk about it tomorrow. You can come in late. I will inform
your secretary and my assistant, you will be late coming in as you were working
late on your project. Will that be convincing reason for you? To stop these so
called rumors.” He wanted to defuse the war before it escalates further at the same
time was being sarcastic.

“Apologize!”
She exclaimed, angry she was with him.

“What?” Surprise
he was, shell-shocked he asked what she was referring and why she was asking him
to apologize.

“Say Sorry
to me.” Assertively she spoke, demanded the response.

“For what?”
He snaps.

“For
calling me chatter box!” She didn’t like him calling names. “If you don’t then
good-bye to all your kisses for now and the future ones. Do you get it Mister?”
She threatens narrowing her brows together, snapping with her middle finger and
thumb; she looks adorable in her anger. He stares at her, couldn’t believe what
she was asking, no asking, but threatening the Great Arnav Singh Raizada. He had
been more fascinated about her than before.

He knew
their war wasn’t going to die that easily and if both stick to their guns then
say good-bye to their relationship. In his anger he called her names and had to
apologize, he thought keenly. She looks cute in her messy hair and pouting
face.

“I will say
sorry only if you let me kiss you.” He too demanded and laid out his own terms.
She gaped at him, dumbfounded, knew he would kiss her if she says no, then why
doesn’t she gets what she wants too and he on the other his.

“Only if
you say sorry first…Deal Mister,” She told him, firmly.

He
chuckles, cute and adorable, and to top it off cuddly. “Okay, Deal Mini Boss.”
He couldn’t resist and leave it alone, had to tease her with the nickname she had
been called in her dream.

“Hey!” she
was going to argue with him. Before she could, she heard him say, “Sorry” and
her lips were enveloped into his. At first it was light and feathery, then
gradually he deepened the kiss; both couldn’t get it enough.

After few
minutes both had to emerged to breath in air, to survive, natural necessity,
and had to leave each other’s mouth inspite how they felt for each other. He
once again apologized to her after regain his momentum and his breathing
normalized.

“Please
don’t kill the buzz – our relationship. Please try. We will keep under radar.
No one will find out. Promise me you will try.” He requested her to understand
and pleaded, asking a promissory gesture.

After few
minutes staring into his brown eyes, she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave
without him, not after this kind of kiss – deprive of kiss, without it she
would die. “Okay I promise. If anything happens then…”

He didn’t
let her finish her sentence. He didn’t want to hear any negatives in their
relationship. He captured her lips one more time. After they return back to
earth, he took her home.

Next few
days were normal as possible for both of them except few times they had their rebuff
to up keep the illusion of war and defiance in the eyes of their co-workers. Having
too goody-goody relationship, others might speculate and have their own suspicious
and then – rumors is bound to occur. They work as they normally had before
during day time but night fall they would hide out in his penthouse or his home
after everyone is gone. They kept their relationship under radar and each one
trying to keep their promise to give a new meaning to their relationship. Their
love grew for one another each day as well as respect for one another. When no one
was looking they were appreciative of each other’s insight and hard work along with
the dedication. Few stolen kisses were snatched from one another when no one was
looking. Each time they sneak around her face and cheeks is flushed in beetroot,
suspicious and speculation were on the pathway to rumor but it was under control
and manageable. In front of others they kept their reputation – qualms and war battle,
to side tracks them if needed.

The event
he had sponsored for her new design, the show was successful and went without a
hitch. She had plan each event and outfit, perfectly. He was happy with her
progress and business was blooming. Truly she was an asset to him, his team and
his company.

One more thing
he needed to do, he wanted her to be an asset to him and in his life he needed more
than she needed him. He can’t leave her and wouldn’t dare allow her. He knew what
he needed to do, his next step. He was just buying his time, to have the event finish,
so it has.

Time for his
next move – keep her forever with him.

She entered
into his cabin, thankful the blinds were closed, his arms envelope around hers
as soon as the door was closed. He kissed her until her knees were weak and
wobbly like lazy noodles. She held on tight fearful she would drop in heartbeat
after their scorching kiss. She had to push him away from her, after few minutes
gaining her balance, worried about the people outside and within the office who
might drop in unannounced or even hear her moans and screams, if she forget where
they were and let go one during their make out.

“Arnav we
can’t do this in here?” She said with croaky voice, chastising him.

“What we
can’t do?” He asked, still not letting her off the hook from his embraced.

“Office
Romance!” She resorted, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

“Why not?”
He asked haughtily, tightening his hold, kissing her jaw line and around neck
area.

“You
promise you will behave!” She reprimands him.

“No
promises – I will try I said yesterday.” He kissed her chin, neck line; she
stressed and arched her neck line to give him more access. He can’t get enough
of her, not touching means he would die without her touch and he can’t have it.
She has become like a drug to him. She liked him kissing her, but not in the office,
not few distances away from their team, to reveal to the world, she has going
with her Boss. “What would they say?
Rumors would surely start.”

“Please
Arnav, leave me.” She pleaded and he did.

“Why don’t
you understand? I don’t want to start the office gossip.” She adjusted her
outfit, slightly uneven it got during their fondle.

“I don’t
like it Khushi. I can’t leave without touching you. I am tried to go under
radar.” He was tired of their hush-hush relationship. He wanted to declare to
the world, she was his.

“You promise.”
She reminded his promise given to her as she was keeping hers.

“I know,
but I want to announce to the world, I love you and want to marry you. So
what’s wrong in this relationship if everyone get knowledge about it?” She got
awestruck and dumbfound. “Announce to
world, he loves her and wants to marry her.” She was too stunt, kept gaping
at him with open mouth. At the same time her heart lost few beats and her ears just
didn’t hear what she just thought.

“Shut your
mouth Miss Gupta.” He knew his declaration would find her sleepless and
mindless. “Yes I love you and want to marry you. So what do you say?” He asked
her preference to see if she accept or decline his proposal.

After few
minutes her heartbeat started humming which abruptly stopped after his
announcement. “This not the acceptable proposal.” She resorted, didn’t like his
proposal at all. It was more like commanding and ordering.

“So you are
saying, if my proposal was outstanding, you will accept it.” He raised his
brows, wanted to know what she wants and will she accept. He didn’t want to
look like a fool, what he was about to do, if she wouldn’t accept, in front of everyone.

“We will
see about it!” She exclaimed, not giving him straight forward response.

“Yes or No
Khushi” He demanded her response. If she says ‘No’ he was going to somehow persuade
her in accepting his proposal. He can’t live without her.

“If done
right, then ‘Yes’.” She responded, smiling ear to ear, twinkle in her eyes, mischievous
it looked.

He didn’t
wait further, didn’t want to back out of her words, held her hand and dragged
her out of his cabin, ignoring her screams and pleas. He was going to proposed to
her in front of his staff and gets her excuse of ‘office romance’ stopped once
and for all. She wouldn’t have any excuse after that and he is free to do whatever
he wants. Green light, he wants and he shall receive as soon as she accepts his
proposal. She would be his fiancé and he could romance with her anywhere and
anytime, no one would interrupt him from kissing her, not even her.

“Everyone,
listen to me, I would like to make an announcement.” He bellowed to draw
everyone’s attention and they did.

He dropped
down to his one knee, took her hand in his, stared at her. Khushi was nervous
and shaking, she knew what he was about to ask and in front of everyone. She
was scared and frighten on what people would think of it.

“Listen to
me Khushi – please look at me.” He requested her, not to look around and gaze
at him only. He want her to feel they are the only two people are in the room
and no one. All it matters at this moment is them and no one else. She didn’t
even see the ring he had in his hand, when he took it out of his pocket she
didn’t even know.

Khushi had
been looking around and not the man in front of her who was on his one knee,
about to propose to her to marry him. He didn’t start his proposal until he had
her attention to him and only him.

“Khushi
Kumari Gupta, I am in love with you since the day you walked into my life. You
are my sunshine. I promise you to keep you happy till the day I die and love
you till I am alive and dead and gone. Please give me the honor of accepting my
proposal and become Mrs. Raizada. “Will you marry me?”

Tears had
been streaming from her eyes when he declares his love for her and rest went in
bliss until he asked her to marry him. She looked around from her cloudy eyes
to get the feel of others. Some were starting to cry, same as hers, some were
nodding their head to accept his proposal, some were hooting and made statement
like ‘It is about time.’ They were relieve as they had suspected their romance
– official it will become and they would stop dancing around in circle trying
to convince them nothing is being going on between them.

Her gaze
returned back to him, she smiled at him and nodded accepting his proposal.

“I will
marry you.”

He slipped
the ring in her middle finger on left hand, making her his. Everyone applauded,
happy for them – they got to see their boss proposing to one of their
co-workers, who now will become, “Mini Boss.” He hugged her in front of everyone
and then followed with a kiss. She was being shy at first, worried what people
will think. He reminded her, she was his fiancée and he can kiss her anywhere,
wherever, whenever, and whoever is in front of him, when he wants.

“Who is
going to stop me?” He asked boastfully.

“I will!”
She responded, smiled, glint of happiness shines in her eyes.

“We will
see about that! After all it was only…”

She kissed
him back, not caring where they were. “Don’t say it!” She reprimands the
statement he was about to say, scowling at him. He was going to say “It was
only a kiss!”

“Say what?”
He asked teasingly, his eyes sparkled with glint. He knew what he was going to
say, just wanted to pull her leg. He likes when she get fired up, she has different
glow on her face, cheeks flushed in red.

“You know
what you were going to say, don’t act too innocent.” She rebukes him.

“I don’t
know what are you talking about?” He acted innocently as possible as he can; he
knew nothing and has no knowledge about what she was talking and referring too.

“Mister,
you were going to say, “It was only a kiss!” She raised her brows in challenge,
smiled at him, to see if he denies his almost spoken words. She knew he was
just ignoring her challenge.

He smiled
and turned to his team. “Thank you all for joining in our happiness. Official
announcement of our engagement party will be announced for next week shortly. Aman
will send you the details soon. Everyone is welcome, bring your families and
bless us for our new beginning.”

Everyone
clapped again and congratulated them.

“Come on Mini
Me…” He commented, mouth curved into a smile. She snapped the dagger eyes at him,
addressing her with a new nickname.

They left
shortly after their cheer of engagement to have their blissful beginning on their
new journey and upcoming of open challenges of kisses and smart full remarks.

“Come on Mighty
Me…” She too addressed him with a new nickname, he raised his brows, sending silent
message to her he was up for a new challenge.

“Surely, Mini
Me is going to win against the Mighty Me…”

Time is only
an essence for this heavenly union…

Thank you

Dimple

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